TITLE: Ice AUTHOR: Annette Gisby EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net SPOILER: small one for The Unnatural KEYWORDS: MSR, UST, Vignette RATING:R? ARCHIVE: YES! NOTES: This is just a break from the casefile fanfic I'm working on, which seems to be getting longer and longer by the day. It may be some time before it sees the light of day, so this is just something to keep you going in the mean time! Enjoy! ICE (1/1) God, I'm hot and it's got nothing to do with the weather. It's got everything to do with Scully. Well, at least I think it's Scully. She looks like Scully, except for the clothes. Gone are the dark suits and heeled shoes. For the past few days Scully has been coming in wearing Summer dresses and sandals. As though she was going to the beach instead of work. I can't say I blame her. It has been hot. Very hot. My suit jacket and tie have been discarded long ago, and I have the sleeves of my shirt rolled up to the elbow. Everything is sticking to me, our air conditioning unit packed in a week ago and maintenance still haven't got around to fixing it. Spooky Mulder and partner are last on the agenda. Maybe I should take a leaf out of Scully's book and come in wearing shorts tomorrow. Today, her dress is yellow with a pattern of tiny blue flowers. They bring out her eyes and it's all I can do not to keep looking at her. The dress has thin spaghetti straps and I don't think she's wearing a bra. Hey, I'm a man. I look. I try and concentrate on the expense report I'm supposed to be filling in, but it's no use. All I can think of is her. And me. Me sliding those straps down her shoulder and seeing the curve of her breasts and the darker nipple, springing to attention with my gaze on it. Oh, better stop there. A certain part of my anatomy is getting rather strained and I don't want Scully to notice. No that isn't true. I do want her to notice. I want her to know the effect she has on me, but maybe not in such a forthright way. I risk a glance up and feel my heart flip-flop. Scully has gone. I hadn't even heard her leave. Her empty chair draws my eyes until she can return and fill it again. When she finally comes back, she has a bucket of ice under her arm. She thrusts it onto the desk and the ice inside clinks together like broken glass. As I watch, amused, she hoists herself up onto the desk, the skirt of her dress riding up her thighs. Creamy pale skin that begs to be touched. But I wait. I sense this is Scully's game and I want to see what she'll do. I look down at my desk, at the paperwork littering it and pretend I'm engrossed in the expense accounts. If I keep staring at her, I won't be able to control myself. I sense she already knows this, although if that is the case, why is she trying to seduce me? Doesn't she know that she doesn't need to? I've been hers, body and soul for a long time now. Out of the corner of my eye I see her arm reach into the bucket and take out an ice cube. Curious, I glance up, and feel her eyes locked with mine. I wonder what she's going to do with that ice cube. She puts it in her mouth and slowly sucks on it like a miniature popsicle and I feel myself get harder. She removes the ice cube and holds it in her hand for a second. A pearl of moisture glistens on her lower lip and her tongue darts out to sweep it clean. I want to be that tongue. I want to sweep across those full lips and drown in them. But she hasn't finished teasing me yet. I watch, entranced as she sucks the ice again before removing it. But this time instead of just holding it in her hand, she smoothes it across her neck, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. The liquid drips below the bodice of her dress and into the valley between her breasts. "Oops!" she giggles and the noise sends shockwaves to my groin. "I'll have to go clean up now." She tries to hop down from the desk, but I place both hands on her thighs, effectively pinning her in place. "No." "No?" the questioning eyebrow is raised, but she's smiling. "No. I'll clean you up." "And how do you propose to do that?" "It'll be easier if I show you," I say, my hands still on her legs. She looks at me and gives me a big grin. "Okay," she says. "Show me." ********************* I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm allowing Mulder to touch me like this in the office. The door isn't even locked and that knowledge combined with the hungry look Mulder is giving me sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. I thought Mulder would take the hint when I turned up wearing a skimpy summer dress, but maybe he's playing hard to get. I'm fed up with the games. Mine and his. I want something more. Something real. Something besides innuendo and frustration, which is all I've had for the past six years. He leans over me, his hazel eyes cloudy with desire and I know they must match my own. We've always been aware of the attraction between us, but by unspoken agreement we didn't do anything about it. Until now. It's been a week since Mulder tried to teach me baseball, that's when it started really. I can still feel his hands on me as he guides my movement of the bat. I hadn't wanted him to let go. Ever. Once he'd held me like that, when I wasn't upset or injured, I knew I wanted more from him. I could settle for his friendship, but I don't want to. I want all of him. I want to be everything to him. I want him to be everything to me. I gasp as I feel his tongue trace across my neck, removing one set of wetness for another. But his moisture is warm, not cool. It feels more real. The ice was just a distraction, to get him to notice me. I know he looks at me when he thinks I don't see him, but I always see him. My eyes are never far away from him, but I want him to see that underneath my sombre suits and demeanour, there is a woman trying to get out. A passionate woman that I only want Mulder to see. I don't care what anyone else thinks, as long as I have his love, I'd have everything I'll ever need. He's standing up now and ever so gently pushing me back onto the desk. "OW!" I exclaim through a mouthful of giggles. "Scully? What is it? Did I hurt you?" "Stapler," I say, removing the object from where it has been digging into my back and wave it at him. He takes it from me and his hand lingers on mine rather longer than was absolutely necessary, but enjoyable all the same. He throws it on the floor where it clatters against the wall, before grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer. His arms are on the small of my back and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I can feel his erection press against my stomach and my mouth goes dry. He's looking at me, just looking but I feel vulnerable and naked in his eyes. This man knows everything about me. I can't hide from him. I never could. I don't want to. I want him to see me. I see his eyes change colour from green to grey to amber as his head comes down and he presses his lips to me in a passionate kiss. It's like he can't get enough of me and he pulls me closer, so that there is barely anything between us, as though he wants us to meld into one. I want that too and I kiss him back hungrily. "God, Scully," he moans against my ear. "I want you." I reach out to try and touch his erection, but he grabs my wrist and holds it in the air for a few moments. I look at him questioningly and then feel myself getting faint as he proceeds to lick my fingers one by one. I gasp and squirm on the desk as the feeling of arousal sweeps over me. I hadn't realised how sensitive my hands were. But he knew. He knew this about me. A throaty moan escapes me and Mulder leans in for another kiss, just as the office phone starts ringing. "Damn!" He picks it up, his eyes not leaving my body and I revel in his scrutiny. "Yes, sir. We'll be there as soon as possible." He slams the receiver down and shrugs. "Skinner?" "He wants our reports ASAP. But don't worry, I haven't finished with you yet." He gives me a long deep kiss before we have to go. I don't want it to end, but duty calls. "I hope you'll never be finished with me, Mulder." "Would it be okay if I came over to your place tonight, Scully?" "Sure. On one condition." "Oh?" "Yes," I glance at the bucket which is now full of water. "Make sure to bring some ice!" THE END Feedback appreciated at annette.gisby@which.net. Loved it? Hated it? I should never write again?